Capo IV (neznám přesný název akordů, napíši normální akord, ale oni hrají prsteníček a malíček stále na strunách E a H, na třetím pražci (tedy tóny G a D),pokud víte přesný název, prosím doplňte ho)
Text jsem převzal ze www.supermusic.sk, ale akordy
tam měli špatné, tak jsem je opravil a napsal jak vám, tak jim.
This is G waterfall of Emi human tales.
G Just a piece of good luck,
is Emi all that we claim.
But I'm G told by a friend,
it's Emi more than sure.
Just as G clear as the sky,
there is no Emi fortune for all.
And this is G nobody's fault,
and this is A2sus nobody's share.
And I Say:
G Somebody's Emi soaked,
Cmaj7 somebody's A2sus cliché.
Am G I caught in the Emi storm.
Cmaj7 The sleeping A2sus creature.
For I G beg high and A2sus hope,
For I G beg high and A2sus hold.
Till I G fall in the A2sus storm.
Cmaj7 The storm of cliché.
This is whore that prays in church,
torn her soul.
This is countess on the ball,
but the title is stolen.
This is a cripple from the war,
the guy you know.
But the answer's in the end,
something cannot be changed.
And this is nobody's fault,
and this is nobody's share.
And I Say:
Somebody's soaked,
somebody's cliché.
Am I caught in the storm.
The sleeping creature.
For I beg high and hope,
for I beg high and hold.
Till I fall in the storm.
I did not reach it,
I did not reach it.
Somebody's soaked
somebody's cliché
Am I caught in the storm
The sleeping creature
For I beg high and hope
for I beg high and hold
Till I fall in the storm
The storm of cliché
Somebody, everybody.
High or low, or hiding.
Nobody's born as a creature.
You better be,
not mad at me,
'cause body falls,
vanishes souls.
Me better fear,
nobody's born as a creature.
Nobody's creature,
and nobody fears.
Somebody's soaked,
somebody's cliché.
Am I caught in the storm.
The sleeping creature.
For I beg high and hope,
for I beg high and hold.
Till I fall in the storm.
I did not reach it,
I did not reach it.
Somebody's soaked
somebody's cliché
Am I caught in the storm
Da sleeping creature
For I beg high and hope
for I beg high and hold
Till I fall in the storm
The storm of cliché
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